“I lay my hands upon the stars, as on the crystal wheels of the harmonica. Now fast, now slow, as my soul wills, I turn the stars.”

I weave them into rainbows, harmonies. I feel immortality! I create immortality!

The nectar of life is sweet only when shared with others.

Then shoulder to shoulder! Let us engirdle the little circle of the earth with the chains that bind us to each other.

To one end let us aim our thoughts, and to one end let us aim our souls. Hail, dawn of liberty, behind thee is the redeeming sun.

Whoever comes to me, will be free and equal, because I am freedom.

Now my soul is incarnate in my country

My body has swallowed her soul, And I and my country are one. My name is million, for I love and suffer for millions.

You [Chopin] have in your fingers an orchestra of butterflies.

I am the master! I stretch forth my hands, even to the skies!

Let go of this world and take hold of God with both hands.

I never go home and take out those business cards and go to those websites.

But if there was a mini-comic here in my hand, I’d read it while I ate my lunch.

It’s liberating, on one hand, because you get to show up in sweatpants and with Doritos on your fingers, but on the other hand, it’s limiting because it’s just your voice.

I’m nervous ahead of every gig. I feel like running away three seconds before I’m due on stage. But I’m all right as soon as I get the mic in my hand.

My work is an act of communication, and it’s important to me the way what I assert lands, and where it lands within someone who sees it.

My dad means a lot to me. He’s the one who put a football in my hands.

The thing is, when you put a button in someone’s hand and give them the power of yes or no is a shorter word. People just say no.